18.9.05

IN THE ROAD

A distillate jam,
corporate scam,
head cram,
automatic
camera-scan.

Recording wire,
corporation's
cold fire, pressed
attire, a witness

for the firing doll,
a pincushion
prosecution,
trial beneath
the tire.

Caltrops underfoot,
troops rooting out
systemic shock in a
locked circuit loop.

Forming the peaks
of the icebergs
of power, the
crystallized tip
on a maiden ship.

The flowered voyage
of a towering toy,
a rib-caged wreckage
beached and exposed,
just out of reach
at the moment.

2 comments:

Shasta said...

i wonder where we'll be when the usa caves in under the weight of corporatescape state? do you know any wilderness survival?

thorngrubber said...

I know my instinct for survival. Been thinking of 'storin up' 4 such an eventuality. I can sense another disaster-shockwave on the event horizon ... *duck 4 cover / watch yer back* ;)